Tee Grizzley – Satish Lyrics

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[Intro]
Loved each other way more than we loved life
Was so close people thought we had a love life
We loved each other way more than we loved life
(Helluva made the beat baby)
Still do (Ayy, JB)

[Verse 1]
I used to be like “I don’t need security” (Street niggas)
I don’t want these niggas thinking’ that it’s fearin’ me (At all)
Told my driver “Be on point”, he wasn’t hearing’ me
Those shots went off, I’m steady callin’, you ain’t answerin’
You scarin’ me (Hello?)
In my city if you winnin’, you can’t stay
They call bein’ broke “real”, they call gettin’ money “fake”
I gave you a bitch, why you still lookin’ at my date
I gave you some food, why you still lookin’ at my plate, nigga?
They say they love us, but that love might be hate
I can’t really tell the different, salt and sugar look the same (It’s tricky)
Look how they did Dex, look how they did Blake
Look how they tried to do me but got JB
Man that jealousy so real, man that hate so deep
Man that envy shit so real, you make it out the streets
You saw it wasn’t me and still shot, what she do to you?
We was just winnin’, now I’m cryin’ at your funeral
But every tear I shed’s another thousand on your head, nigga
Now show your face and think I’m playin’
Every tear I shed’s another thousand on your head, boy
Now show your face and think I’m playin’
Ayy JB, I wish I was sittin’ outside with you
And I was in that bank with you
You know your favorite rapper wouldn’t have never let them guys get you
I would’ve shot ’em, left ’em dyin’, leakin’ the street
Wouldn’t have ran, would smoke the rest and watch that man go to sleep
And you think they came for her?
Man you know they came for me
They took my heart and brains, niggas know that I can’t think
How I’m playin’ with these drugs, niggas know I’m like Tay Keith
Eye’s bloodshot red, niggas know I ain’t been sleepin’
But all these dead loved ones make it hard to sleep
All this anger inside make it hard to grieve
Ayy, all this nicotine make it hard to breathe
All these tears in my eyes make it hard to sleep
They found a murder weapon, bro, it’s got’ be hard to beat
First offer 50 years so it’s hard to plea, ayy
And if they do somethin’ to us then they known for it
But if we do somethin’ to them, then we run for it

[Chorus]
Fuck that, if you take mines, I take yours homie
Then gon’ pray to the Lord “Don’t be hard on me”
Yeah, you drop one, I drop four, homie
And be like “God, please don’t be too hard on me”

[Verse 2]
If we tear this bitch up, they gon’ say I’m dead wrong
Fuck that, these niggas got my aunty with a headstone
Niggas tell me what they do like they smart as me
But they ain’t take your heart from you, they took my heart from me
I got one last person that wantin’ more from me
Ready to kill whoever play with me or shorted me
I got your kids, I got Nanni, I got Nell too
I got your baby, Kee and Zi and Gabrielle too
I got your sister and your mommy and your fam’ too
How the fuck you gon’ die on me? I can’t stand you
I pray they do’t go to jail, I want ’em dead
I’m just listenin’ to the streets, hearin’ everything they sayin’
I’m just waitin’ on a name, I’m just prayin’ that they say it
Give a fuck if it’s the Mayor, nigga, million on his head, ayy, ayy
Wish I can wake up and beat your ass
‘Cause I was just tellin’ you about the dreams I had
Ayy, niggas clutch my heart on my chest, can’t nobody replace it
Wouldn’t have ever believed you was fuckin’ with your baby
“Make sure Tee good” is all I ever heard you sayin’
Tryna hold my head, I don’t know if I’ma make it
This shit been eatin’ me
I don’t know what you seen in me, but you believed in me
Tell them “Keep that fake love, let me grieve in peace”

[Chorus]
You drop mines, I drop yours, homie
You drop one, I drop four, homie
Then be like “God, please don’t be too hard on me”
God please don’t close the door on me

Ugly God – Batman Lyrics

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[Intro]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!
Ay, ay, ay, bitch

[Chorus]
Ay, Batman, bitch, I’m up like Batman (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Walk inside the party, bitch, you know I need my back end (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
If he disrespect me, slap that nigga with my backhand (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew)
Bitch, I’m on the court, I’m ballin’, nigga, you a stat man (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew-pew)
Ay, Batman, bitch, I’m up like Batman (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Walk inside the party, bitch, you know I need my back end (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
If he disrespect me, slap that nigga with my backhand (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew)
Bitch, I’m on the court, I’m ballin’, nigga, you a stat man (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew-pew)

[Verse 1]
Get-get back, man, I just got some racks in
You got your first check and went yo’ ass straight to the tap man
Don’t hand me your mixtape, bitch, I’ll throw it in the trash can (Bitch)
Pocket full of hundreds, bitch, I’m walkin’ like a fat man
Like a fat man, I got racks
I get your bih’, that bitch from the back
Don’t fuck with niggas ’cause niggas be wack (Facts)
I hit that bih’ with a stack
Every bih’ you wanna fuck I done had it
Took your bitch home, threw that bitch on the mattress
Walk like a boss and I ball like a Maverick (Woo)
Just like Batman, I’m ready for action
I booked that bitch a hotel ’cause my place not where she crashin’ (Bitch)
Bitch, don’t look my way when I roll up ’cause I’m not passin’
I jumped off in that foreign, crunk that bitch and got to smashin’
(Bitch, I’m gone)

[Chorus]
Ay, Batman, bitch, I’m up like Batman (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Walk inside the party, bitch, you know I need my back end (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
If he disrespect me, slap that nigga with my backhand (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew)
Bitch, I’m on the court, I’m ballin’, nigga, you a stat man (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew-pew)
Ay, Batman, bitch, I’m up like Batman (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Walk inside the party, bitch, you know I need my back end (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
If he disrespect me, slap that nigga with my backhand (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew)
Bitch, I’m on the court, I’m ballin’, nigga, you a stat man (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew-pew)

[Verse 2]
She wanna fuck ’cause I got the juice (‘Cause I got the juice)
But I want the neck (I want the neck), just like a noose (Just like a noose)
And she off the Goose (She off the what?) so she finna loose (She finna loose)
I’m with the gang-gang in the back, so don’t make a move (So don’t make a move)
I put the gang-gang on the map, now we in Peru (We in Peru)
Chopper go bang-bang, so get back or you gon’ be through (Buck)
Ay, bad hoes, I need my bitches in two (Two)
Ay, I’ma asshole ’cause as soon as I fuck then I’m through (I’m through, bitch)
Just like Batman, I run shit like a captain
Every time you see me, bitch, I’m in the latest fashion
You don’t want no smoke so you can quit with all that cappin’
I’m in traffic with yo’ bitch inside that motherfuckin’ Aston (In them Astons, skrrt)

[Chorus]
Ay, Batman, bitch, I’m up like Batman (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Walk inside the party, bitch, you know I need my back end (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
If he disrespect me, slap that nigga with my backhand (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew)
Bitch, I’m on the court, I’m ballin’, nigga, you a stat man (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew-pew)
Ay, Batman, bitch, I’m up like Batman (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Walk inside the party, bitch, you know I need my back end (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
If he disrespect me, slap that nigga with my backhand (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew)
Bitch, I’m on the court, I’m ballin’, nigga, you a stat man (Pew, pew-pew, pew, pew-pew)

Gucci Mane – Look At Me Now Lyrics

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[Intro]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Take off

[Verse 1]
Said I was bad, now I’m rich, they say I’m nice now
The royal treatment what I get when I bring my wife around
Invited to exclusive events, yeah, that’s my life, clown
First they was scared of me, but now they all feel safe now
Said I was ugly, but she can’t stay out my face now
Ooh, how they lovin’ me, man, this industry so fake, wow
They call me Mr. Clean because I put that lean down
I’m writin’ checks, I’m payin’ tax, my money clean, clown
Upgrade the sixty carat ring for the queen now
I had to cop the four-door Phantom for the king now
You know the team 1017 shine when the lights out
They tryna surf on Guwop wave but they wiped out
They had to cool the crowd off, brought the ice out
They thinkin’ I’ma pipe it down, but they psyched out (No)
They say I’m bad ’cause I’m rich, yeah, I’m nice now
I’m a legend in this shit, I’ve been nice, clown (It’s Gucci)

[Chorus]
I was down for a second but I’m up now
I had to turn my life around, yeah, I fell down
Went through hell to get here, but I’m up now
In cold cells, I shed tears, but I’m up now
I was down for a second but I’m up now
I had to turn my life around, yeah, I fell down
I went through hell to get here, but I’m up now
In cold cells, I shed tears, but I’m up now

[Interlude]
Now
It’s imperative that I change the narrative
Haha

[Verse 2]
Look at me then, look at me now (Look at me now)
Say you my friend, but tell me how? (You not my friend)
Kicked, I was down (When I was)
You been talked down
Can’t come around (Can’t come around)
You’re not my round (You’re not my round)
See through the grin
Know it’s a frown (Know it’s a frown)
Back on the town
Give me my crown (Give me my crown)
Look at me now (Look at me now)
Golds out my mouth (Golds out my mouth)
At Mr. Chow (At Mr. Chow)
Me and my spouse (Me and my, mwah)
Look at my coupe, look at my house (Skrrt)
My mom and pops (Mom), they in the clouds (Pop)
They lookin’ down (They lookin’)
I know they proud (I know that)
My engine loud (My engine, yoom)
My paint so wild (My paint so, it’s Gucci)

[Chorus]
I was down for a second but I’m up now
I had to turn my life around, yeah, I fell down
Went through hell to get here, but I’m up now
In cold cells, I shed tears, but I’m up now
I was down for a second but I’m up now
I had to turn my life around, yeah, I fell down
I went through hell to get here, but I’m up now
In cold cells, I shed tears, but I’m up now

[Outro]
Now

Gucci Mane – Bottom Lyrics

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[Intro]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Tay Keith, Wop
Gucci, yeah
Tay Keith, wow
Wop, go

[Chorus]
Shawty got a face like a model
And a frame like a Coke bottle
Big fat booty and it wobble
I’m tryna get to the bottom
Gwala got me walkin’ with a waddle
Heard that pussy drippin’ like water
I’ma be a genie in a bottle
And I’m tryna get to the bottom
El Gato got ’em drinkin’ out the bottle
Twenty, fifty girls, it’s a brothel
Pussy so good, it’s a problem
I’ma try to get to the bottom
Drop my top in autumn
Fuck my opps, I shot ’em
Trick my plug, I got him
In the pot, fork scraping at the bottom

[Verse 1]
I ball out without a budget
Ring size, that’s McDonald’s nuggets
These bad bitches gotta love me
I’m gon’ hit the bottom of it
Like Santa, I’m stocking stuffing
Thick rock hard, it’s up to something
Work on me like Doc McStuffins
I’m geeked up like David Ruffin
Nobody can tell me nothing
‘Til I hit her belly button
Her ex was a minute man
Two minutes, already done
Gucci Mane, I’m super rich
Bitch gotta be super thick
She pulled up, took off the trench
Nothin’ on but some Louboutins
Beatin’ it up, I’m talkin’ shit
Bottom bitch, that’s Gato bitch
All this dick, it got to fit
She gargled it and swallowed it
Slapped that ass, I left a print
She’s lovin’ it, it’s obvious
Cocaine sex, I brought a brick
To numb out her esophagus

[Chorus]
Shawty got a face like a model
And a frame like a Coke bottle
Big fat booty and it wobble
I’m tryna get to the bottom
Gwala got me walkin’ with a waddle
Heard that pussy drippin’ like water
I’ma be a genie in a bottle
And I’m tryna get to the bottom
El Gato got ’em drinkin’ out the bottle
Twenty, fifty girls, it’s a brothel
Pussy so good, it’s a problem
I’ma try to get to the bottom
Drop my top in autumn
Fuck my opps, I shot ’em
Trick my plug, I got him
In the pot, fork scraping at the bottom

[Verse 2]
Down South ho so cunning
Rain, sleet, snow, getting money
Lames keep calling her honey
She gon’ play ’em all like dummies
When I put it in, she running
Probably put dick in her mommy
I’ma put the D in her tummy
Don’t stop, ho, keep cumming
Late night kissing and touching
Waterfall, she so gushy
Beat it from the side, she bustin’
I done fell in love with that pussy
Big booty and a smile, don’t trust it
Millionaire drip, she crushin’
If a bitch suck me, she lucky
She a bad lil’ bitch, she bucking

[Chorus]
Shawty got a face like a model
And a frame like a Coke bottle
Big fat booty and it wobble
I’m tryna get to the bottom
Gwala got me walkin’ with a waddle
Heard that pussy drippin’ like water
I’ma be a genie in a bottle
And I’m tryna get to the bottom
El Gato got ’em drinkin’ out the bottle
Twenty, fifty girls, it’s a brothel
Pussy so good, it’s a problem
I’ma try to get to the bottom
Drop my top in autumn
Fuck my opps, I shot ’em
Trick my plug, I got him
In the pot, fork scraping at the bottom

Moneybagg Yo – No Filter Lyrics

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[Intro]
Tay Keith, this too hard, Tay Keith, this too hard
Hey

[Chorus]
We got loads like a Mexican (A1)
Good dope, I recommend (Yup)
In the mix so you know I blend (Turn up)
FaceTime Gates, bitch, we in
Henny get her open, then that pussy, she poppin’ it
We be at it like a porno, ask about me, I’m choppin’ shit
When it’s up there then it’s stuck there, ain’t no way you can stop the shit
Off the road to the hood, my lil’ niggas been droppin’ shit
I’m talkin’ with no filter (Yeah)
Sucked on me then I kissed her (Mwah)
She ain’t shit with no filter (Nope)
Big Backwood got no filter (Go up)

[Verse 1]
They be on me, I don’t do the choosing
Fucking on twins, this shit get confusing
Bitches be low-key junkies, beggin’
How you turn me down knowin’ you ready?
Tax time, you couldn’t wait to get heavy
Ran through it, now you broke like the levee
Shit kinda old, you really just reachin’
Alexa, play Rocko, “We Ain’t Goin’ Steady” (At all)
Red bottom my slippers (They slimy)
I can’t help but bleed in ’em, crime scene in ’em
Hibachi my drip (My drip)
These here Japanese denim, plenty cheese in ’em
What’s a drink infection?
A double cup, fill this shit up with OZ’s in it
Her pussy was fat but she anorexic
Then she wipe her eyes when I skeet in ’em (Woah)
No question what NuNu gon’ do (Why?)
I can vouch for my lil’ fool (Sing it)
I’m at a warehouse with dope in the tool
I get it back then I’m bustin’ a move (Score)

[Chorus]
We got loads like a Mexican (A1)
Good dope, I recommend (Yup)
In the mix so you know I blend (Turn up)
FaceTime Gates, bitch, we in
Henny get her open, then that pussy, she poppin’ it
We be at it like a porno, ask about me, I’m choppin’ shit
When it’s up there then it’s stuck there, ain’t no way you can stop the shit
Off the road to the hood, my lil’ niggas been droppin’ shit
I’m talkin’ with no filter (Yeah)
Sucked on me then I kissed her (Mwah)
She ain’t shit with no filter (Nope)
Big Backwood got no filter (Go up)

[Verse 2]
Me goin’ broke, that’s highly unlikely
Came with you, but lookin’ ’round here, this ho like me
She go both ways, her friend like her wifey
Ayy, let’s have a triple threat, meds that excite me
Coupe do the dash, I vanish (I’m gone)
Might have a warrant, outstanding (I don’t know)
You see the laws, don’t panic (Don’t do that)
Watchin’ them babies, no nanny (Stay focused)
Turkey bag, it ain’t a sack good (Sack)
Tryna fit an ounce in a Backwood (Never)
Got a church girl hollerin’ Bread Gang (Hah)
She ain’t seen the slums but she act hood (Act like)
Gangster and you knew that
Know you wanna walk up, don’t do that
Big old diamonds, where my tooth at?
AMG Benz, I just coupe that
I just blew that while you do that
Hit my label then recoup that (Right back)
Can’t nobody stop me from poppin’ it
I drop a money bag on an opposite, hey

[Chorus]
We got loads like a Mexican (A1)
Good dope, I recommend (Yup)
In the mix so you know I blend (Turn up)
FaceTime Gates, bitch, we in
Henny get her open, then that pussy, she poppin’ it
We be at it like a porno, ask about me, I’m choppin’ shit
When it’s up there then it’s stuck there, ain’t no way you can stop the shit
Off the road to the hood, my lil’ niggas been droppin’ shit
I’m talkin’ with no filter (Yeah)
Sucked on me then I kissed her (Mwah)
She ain’t shit with no filter (Nope)
Big Backwood got no filter (Go up)

DJ Khaled – Wish Wish Lyrics

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[Intro: Cardi B, DJ Khaled & Lil’ Juice]
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Cardi, Cardi bops
Cardi, Cardi sendin’ shots
We The Best music
Cardi, from the block
Cardi, with the Glock
Cardi, yeah
Cardi, yeah
Another one
Cardi, yeah, yeah, yeah
DJ Khaled

[Chorus: Cardi B]
They say my time is almost up, tell them bitches, “Wish, wish”
All these hoes lookin’ cold, all these bitches fish sticks
Put a ribbon on my box ’cause this pussy gifted
I ain’t got no free time, all my shit expensive
See my ring, my watch, my chain and everything is lit, lit (Ice)
All this gold on a bitch, I feel like I’m Slick Rick
If they love me or they hate me, it don’t make no difference (Cardi)
It be hard not to kill a ho ’cause I be tempted

[Verse 1: Cardi B]
Now I be countin’ money, buyin’ jewelry, hoes be ridin’ dick (Dick)
I just make my M’s and mind my business, hoes be ridin’ dick (Dick)
“I can see Cardi eat so much,” and that’s what got ’em sick
But I wonder how they still ain’t pregnant, all that riding dick
Y’all betta go ahead with that weak shit, I’m certified, real street bitch
Won’t be a song if I leak shit, we strapped up like defense
Whatever you do, sis, keep it cute, sis
Leave that beefin’ shit at Ruth Chris or end up toothless
I’ve been official my whole life, I bought burners, I ain’t buy likes (Brr)
How did little ol’ me get money? Got everybody all tight
These bitches wack, these bitches garb (Garb), they diss me, I disregard
Bet you if I had a dick, these bitches couldn’t get it hard

[Chorus: Cardi B]
They say my time is almost up, tell them bitches, “Wish, wish” (Wish)
All these hoes lookin’ cold, all these bitches fish sticks
Put a ribbon on my box ’cause this pussy gifted
I ain’t got no free time, all my shit expensive
See my ring, my watch, my chain and everything is lit, lit (Ice)
All this gold on a bitch, I feel like I’m Slick Rick
If they love me or they hate me, it don’t make no difference (Cardi)
It be hard not to kill a ho ’cause I be tempted (Blaow)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Bought a Richard Mille, coulda bought me a house (No joke)
Feel like I’m the greatest rapper came out the South (Who want smoke?)
She keep tryin’ to fuck, I told her top me for now (On God)
She got ass shots, told her work on her mouth (Straight up)
Everybody talkin’ this king talk, nigga we shootin’ shit up, we don’t battle (Bitch)
Cornball nigga, you ain’t gettin’ no money and we don’t give a fuck about your talents (Snitch)
Came from the bottom, I’m a multimillionaire, I was just sleeping on pallets (21)
Fuck these rappers, I’m 4L gang, we the best like DJ Khaled (Straight up)
Your bitch got that crazy head like a Kanye tweet (21)
Had a wedding for my Glocks, call ’em Jay and Bey (21)
I split the rent with my chopper ’cause it stay with me (On God)
Leave you drunk like a shot of liquor, ain’t no chasin’ me (On God)
He threw in a white flag, but I still want beef (Stupid)
Catch you at your album release you play with Cardi B (Shoot it)
Make this pistol blow both ways, I call it Hennessy (Pow!)
I know your mama taught you look both ways ‘fore crossing me (Lil’ bitch)

[Chorus: Cardi B]
They say my time is almost up, tell them bitches, “Wish, wish”
All these hoes lookin’ cold, all these bitches fish sticks
Put a ribbon on my box ’cause this pussy gifted
I ain’t got no free time, all my shit expensive
See my ring, my watch, my chain and everything is lit, lit (Ice)
All this gold on a bitch, I feel like I’m Slick Rick
If they love me or they hate me, it don’t make no difference (Cardi)
It be hard not to kill a ho ’cause I be tempted (Blaow)

[Outro]
We The Best music
(What’s that on your wrist?)
(I call it a chandelier)
Another one

NAV – Amazing Lyrics

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[Intro: Future & Drake]
Pluto and NAV
NAV and Pluto, however you put it
Yeah
Tay Keith, this too hard

[Verse 1: NAV & Future]
I got bands coming in every day now (Every day now)
They were callin’ me broke, they got nothin’ to say now (Say now)
First brown boy to get it poppin’, no debate now (No debate now)
I’m too lit to take a charge and a shakedown (I’m too lit)
Couldn’t afford to smoke, so we had to take it (I’m the shit)
Fuck a pound up just to roll up, now we made it (Now we made it)
I got friends that got money, that ain’t famous (They ain’t famous)
And everywhere they go, gotta keep a stainless (A stainless)
You ain’t drippin’ just because you in the latest (On God)
Bring her to the studio and let her witness greatness (Greatness)
Bought a foreign coupe and everything upgraded (Skrrt, skrrt)
They want the old NAV, I’ma go back to the basics (Basics)

[Pre-Chorus: NAV & Future]
Make some bitches count the cash, while they naked (Cash)
Ain’t a perv, just makin’ sure that they won’t take it (Take it)
When I’m rollin’, I be goin’ through different stages (Stages)
Comin’ down, I go back up and feel amazing (Comin’ down, I go up)

[Chorus: Future & NAV]
Comin’ down, I go back up, I feel amazing (Amazing)
Comin’ down, I go back up, I feel amazing (Amazing)
Own a Tesla and a Lambo, speed racin’ (Skrrt)
Not a doctor, got prescriptions like a patient

[Verse 2: Future]
I got these bitches on Perkys, oh yeah, they countin’ my cash, yeah
She got a fetish for niggas from off the block, livin’ fast, yeah (Pluto)
I spent like two and a half million on bitch’s tab, yeah
I couldn’t afford the case, I put a dead body on layaway, yeah
I just hit some pussy on a cash route, yeah
I just send a bookie on a crash course
Diamond Rolex, fuck what you said, that bitch stand out (That bitch stand out)
I took a bitch and I gotta a lick, and I don’t got patience
I got foreign cars and I got bitches, Asians (Foreign)
Me and Cash chop the mills, we exchangin’ (Gang)
Yeah, bustin’ down a plain Jane, copped me one (One)
Hopped in a space rocket, yeah, we long gone

[Pre-Chorus: Future & NAV]
Make these bitches count the cash when they naked (Racks)
Ain’t no privileges, just makin’ sure you don’t take it (Take it)
When I’m rollin’, I be goin’ through different stages
Comin’ down, I go back up, I feel amazing (Coming down, I go)

[Chorus: NAV & Future]
Coming down, I go back up, I feel amazing (Yeah)
Coming down, I go back up, I feel amazing (Yeah)
Own a Tesla and a Lambo, speed racin’
Got no doctor, on prescriptions like a patient

Future – Promise U That Lyrics

[Intro: Future & Lil Juice]
It ain’t no talk on this
You a bad lil’ bitch, don’t worry, ah
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Future]
Cartier diamonds, my mascot
Tell your main nigga he your ex now
Finna push up, bring your ass out
Where you come from? Where you from now?
I keep a bad thing on me, yeah, yeah
Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah
After this, right back to him, like an accident
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
Came in a car, you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came by myself, I’ma leave with your friends, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came in a car, and you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Never met no nigga richer than me, I can promise you that (Hell yeah)

[Verse 1: Future]
I know you don’t want no scrub, no-no-no, no-no-no
Baby, this thuggin’ love, no-no, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Came up in the club, aw, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Tryna make some love, yah-yah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Ass like your mommy, know you won’t try me
Hop on the trolley just to see me
Came with nobody, leave with nobody
Reason you came, just to see me
Backstage pass with your ass out
You got no shame how you came out
Baby, I promise, I’ll respect game
Only thing that I can say is…

[Pre-Chorus: Future]
Cartier diamonds, my mascot
Tell your main nigga he your ex now
Finna push up, bring your ass out
Where you come from? Where you from now?
I keep a bad thing on me, yeah, yeah
Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah
After this, right back to him, like an accident
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
Came in a car, you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came by myself, I’ma leave with your friends, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came in a car, and you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Never met no nigga richer than me, I can promise you that (Hell yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Future & Lil Juice]
Came in a dress, you gon’ leave in a mink, I can promise you that
(Promise you that, promise you that, promise you that)
Came in a dress, you gon’ leave in a mink, I can promise you that
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

[Verse 2: Future]
Permanent issues got me thinkin’ outside the box
They was sayin’ I was cocky, I don’t feel like I’m cocky enough
Yeah, he fuck you and I fuck you, I don’t wanna get caught carin’ too much
I can’t expect you to change when you did it for fame, yeah
I’m thinkin’ tropical, beaches and leeches, I’m thinkin’ private, oh
From the car to the jet, from the jet to the beach, got a million-some dollars on me
Got a milli’ on me with a Richard Mille on me, I’m the bigger homie
I don’t get no sleep, I made love on these corners

[Pre-Chorus: Future]
Cartier diamonds, my mascot
Tell your main nigga he your ex now
Finna push up, bring your ass out
Where you come from? Where you from now?
I keep a bad thing on me, yeah, yeah
Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah
After this, right back to him, like an accident
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
Came in a car, you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came by myself, I’ma leave with your friends, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Came in a car, and you gon’ leave in a jet, I can promise you that (Yeah, yeah)
Never met no nigga richer than me, I can promise you that (Hell yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Future]
Never met no nigga flyer than me, I can promise you that (Promise you that)
Promise you that, promise you that, promise you that
Never met no nigga talkin’ to you when he fuck you like that

[Outro: Future]
I always wonder if she loyal (I always wonder)
I hope we on the same accord (Woo)
Let me fix all my rings
Let’s converse off codeine (Yeah)

Future – Temptation Lyrics

[Intro: Future & Lil Juice]
Freebandz
Yeah, I’m the richest nigga out my city if you ain’t know
These hoes can hop on Spirit Airlines about it
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
I made it finessin’, I turned into somethin’ from nothin’, yeah
Made it through poverty, I’m the minority, you know my story
Hop on the jet off my property, I fly away
Fly, fly, fly away, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Copped me a presi’, yeah, yeah
Straight out the trenches, yeah, yeah
My niggas came with me, yeah, yeah
The riches, the riches, the riches, yeah
Rich nigga out of Zone 6, yeah
All of these hoes came with it, yeah
Audemars Piguets came with it, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
I was tryna fight temptation, yeah
Top gone, it’s on vacation, yeah
I’m not tryin’ to hurt nobody
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Count up the hundreds, I promise some patience
Give you some game, that’s slow motivation
We need the gas straight in the basement
Switch up the swag, switch up the bag
Niggas, they jockin’ my swag ’cause it’s fashion
I do it bigger than niggas imagine
Heard that bitch makin’ up rumors
She gave more head than a tumor
And I got facts, I can prove it, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got real rich and ain’t get no diploma
She think it’s somethin’ got to do with my mama
Well I can’t love her, like she need me
That’s what you get when you thinkin’ of marriage
Now I wake up and I fuck on a bad bitch
Drugs got me savage

[Bridge]
It’s so hard, it’s so hard, these Perkys keep me sad
All my dawgs, all my dawgs, found ’em locked up in the cage
We gettin’ paid, we so paid, move them bricks, then move on
Switch them bags, switch them bags, then move on, then move on

[Chorus]
Copped me a presi’, yeah, yeah
Straight out the trenches, yeah, yeah
My niggas came with me, yeah, yeah
The riches, the riches, the riches, yeah
Rich nigga out of Zone 6, yeah
All of these hoes came with it, yeah
Audemars Piguets came with it, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
I was tryna fight temptation, yeah
Top gone, it’s on vacation, yeah
I’m not tryin’ to hurt nobody
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Car full of bullets, ain’t findin’ no shooter
That’s what you get when you niggas delusional
I remember when they thought I was average
Now I wake up and I fuck on a bad bitch

[Outro]
I tried to fight temptations, yeah
Riches on riches on riches on riches on riches…
And I can’t lie, you… you sure had the first bust down Richard Mille I had seen in that form
(Ayy what it do, ayy what it do)
The first one
(Ayy, what it do)

Meek Mill – Tic Tac Toe Lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
It’s a Kodak moment, got Kodak in this bitch
Uh, yeah, yeah
Lil’ fish, uh

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I did a Saks Fifth run (Yeah)
I did a bad bitch run, uh
I just bought a new AP (AP)
‘Bout to get the bad bitch one (Yeah)
Nigga like the new Jay-Z (Woo)
Pockets on fat, Big Pun (Big bag)
I be goin’ too crazy (Crazy)
Hit a famous ho, which one? Yeah
Ain’t no stopping me
Talk on the ‘net, don’t apply to me
I can’t be with these rap niggas
I know my dawgs gon’ slide for me
All that talk, that’s cap, nigga
Y’all be soundin’ like cops to me
Layin’ on the jet with a MAC, nigga
Bust down, ain’t no robbin’ me
I don’t want my old bitch back (I don’t wanna her)
Shit, damn, but I still wanna fuck, uh (Yeah)
I be overload with the drip (Drip)
Shit might spill in my cup, uh
I can’t fuck with these niggas (Fuck ’em)
But I still send ’em my love (Yeah)
I ain’t gotta trap no more (No)
I’ma just give ’em my plug (Yeah)
New bitch ass too fat (Ass too fat)
Put a price tag on that (Price tag)
No, I’m not cuffin’ these thots (No)
You ain’t gotta ask me that (No)
I be tryna run up this guap (Run it up)
Nigga, you can have ’em back (Yeah)
Two big boy Rolls Royces (What?)
And we goin’ back to back, huh

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Poppin’ niggas like tic-tac-toe
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don’t come to me ’bout no ho
Poppin’ niggas like Tic Tac Toe
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don’t come to me ’bout no ho
Don’t come to me ’bout no rumor
My partner, he got a tumor
Every day, I keep a ruler
Just me, I don’t need no shooter
Don’t come to me ’bout no mess
Want beef, I’m sayin’ less
It ain’t nothin’ to get you wet
Make a movie on your set

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Benji, Benji, Benji on Benjis (Benjis)
Keepin’ my hoes in that Fendi (That Fendi)
Whippin’ that Rolls like a hemi (Skrrt)
Face down, smearin’ her Fenty, uh
Niggas, they always got somethin’ to say
See ’em, it’s nothin’ to talk about (Nothin’)
Catch you and you tried to stunt in the club
You gettin’ smoked in the parking lot
Came on the block (Uh), brand new Saint Laurent (Whoa)
I gotta lay off designer ’cause honestly I’ve just been makin’ ’em hot (Yeah)
I’m not a Muslim but I had to put in them prayers to make it sell out (Woo)
I know my way to the top
I took a circle and made it a block, run (Break it down)
Red fish, blue fish, old bitch, new bitch (New bitch)
Niggas said it’s on sight, see me, he ain’t do shit, uh
We got them thirties on thirties (Thirties)
Phantom is newer than Jersey (Jersey)
I put that bitch in a figure four
Fuck it, I’m doin’ her dirty (Dirty)
Don’t even know what I’m in it for (I don’t)
I probably get her a Rollie (A Rollie)
I probably get her Chanel, Chanel
And then she know I’m fuckin’ her homies (Her homies)
Keep a bad bitch in my face (My face)
She tryin’ to get to first place (First place)
We don’t pop X, pop Ace (Pop Ace)
And we only cop by case, huh

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Poppin’ niggas like tic-tac-toe
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don’t come to me ’bout no ho
Poppin’ niggas like Tic Tac Toe
Sippin’ Ace of Spades, I do
Got the K everywhere I go
Don’t come to me ’bout no ho
Don’t come to me ’bout no rumor
My partner, he got a tumor
Every day, I keep a ruler
Just me, I don’t need no shooter
Don’t come to me ’bout no mess
Want beef, I’m sayin’ less
It ain’t nothin’ to get you wet
Make a movie on your set

Key Glock – Since 6ix Lyrics

[Chorus]
I was just 6, playin’ with sticks, yeah
I ran it up, now I’m lit, yeah
Now this young nigga gettin’ rich, yeah
I used to take shit like the Grinch, yeah (Take somethin’)
Shit don’t make no sense, uh (No)
Boy your pockets full of lint, and (Broke)
Nigga ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit (No)
Them lil’ ass diamonds, yeah I had to squint, yeah
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
I hit your bitch, leave a dent, ooh
Drivin’ the Bent’ like it’s rented, ooh (Skrrt)
Killin’ shit, give me a sentence, ooh (Killin’ shit)
Bad as fuck, Dennis the Menace, ooh (Glock)
I bought my chopper some titties, ooh
I got no top and no feelings, ooh (Skrrt)
Young nigga give you the business, uh (Yeah)
Since I was 6, I been with it (Yeah)

[Verse]
Bitch I been gettin’ it (Yeah)
Young nigga and I got plenty (Yeah)
Hundreds and fifties and twenties (Yeah)
Stackin’ my digits (Yeah)
Hot like a motherfuckin’ skillet (Yeah)
Don’t put your hands on me, Willy (Hah)
Swaggin’ and spillin’ (Sauce)
Drippin’ in Gucci, Givenchy (Drip)
Louis Vuitton decisions
Cartier lenses, I paid a rack for my vision (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I see you niggas bullshittin’, my diamonds hittin’
Bitches fallin’ out like Wendy, ooh, Wendy Williams
Lord forgive me but I’m oh so serious, ooh
I be walkin’, same time swimmin’, my neck wet just like a pool
Spent a whole hundred rack on tenni’s, not talkin’ ’bout shoes
But I did spend a twenty with my crew and made the news (No cap)
Then I got this shit right back after I bust a couple moves (No cap)
Then I bought a couple jewels, they like, “Glock, you a fool” (Yeah)
Bitch ain’t nothin’ new but these motherfuckin’ blues (Bitch)

[Chorus]
I was just 6, playin’ with sticks, yeah (Glizzock)
I ran it up, now I’m lit, yeah
Now this young nigga gettin’ rich, yeah
I used to take shit like the Grinch, yeah (Take somethin’)
Shit don’t make no sense, uh (No)
Boy your pockets full of lint, and (Broke)
Nigga ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit (No)
Them lil’ ass diamonds, yeah I had to squint, yeah
I hit your bitch, leave a dent, ooh
Drivin’ the Bent’ like it’s rented, ooh (Skrrt)
Killin’ shit, give me a sentence, ooh (Killin’ shit)
Bad as fuck, Dennis the Menace, ooh (Glock)
I bought my chopper some titties, ooh
I got no top and no feelings, ooh (Skrrt)
Young nigga give you the business, uh (Yeah)
Since I was 6, I been with it (Ever since I was 6)

[Bridge]
No I never ever trust a bitch, nah (No)
The last time I did, I was 6, yeah (6)
I hit a ho and get away quick, uh (Gone)
Young nigga smooth like silk, yeah
Ice so cold, need a coat, yeah (Ice so cold)
I’m so high, no pimp (High)
I walk like a pimp, yeah (I walk like a, drip)
Bankroll make me limp, yeah

[Chorus]
I was just 6, playin’ with sticks, yeah
I ran it up, now I’m lit, yeah
Now this young nigga gettin’ rich, yeah
I used to take shit like the Grinch, yeah (Take somethin’)
Shit don’t make no sense, uh (No)
Boy your pockets full of lint, and (Broke)
Nigga ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit (No)
Them lil’ ass diamonds, yeah I had to squint, yeah
I hit your bitch, leave a dent, ooh
Drivin’ the Bent’ like it’s rented, ooh (Skrrt)
Killin’ shit, give me a sentence, ooh (Killin’ shit)
Bad as fuck, Dennis the Menace, ooh (Glock)
I bought my chopper some titties, ooh
I got no top and no feelings, ooh (Skrrt)
Young nigga give you the business, uh (Yeah)
Since I was 6, I been with it (Glock)

Tee Grizzley – Hooters Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
If I tell my niggas to die for me
And my niggas ask me to die for ’em
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!

[Pre-Chorus]
If I tell my niggas to die for me, them niggas dyin’
And I’ll do the same, this shit ain’t one-sided
Hundred racks on me, no re-up, it’s profit
Fuck up your city then meet with the pilot (Nyoom)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah,) we outta here
Yeah (Yeah,) yeah (Yeah,) yeah (Yeah,) we outta here, ayy

[Chorus]
Shittin’ on niggas, no sewer (No sewer)
Teachin’ these niggas, no tutor (No tutor)
Niggas run around actin’ just like hoes
Go get a job at Hooters (At Hooters)
Shittin’ on niggas, no sewer (No sewer)
Teachin’ these niggas, no tutor (No tutor)
Niggas run around actin’ just like hoes
Go get a job at Hooters (At Hooters)

[Verse 1]
Treat these hoes like one point gang (One gang)
I’m leavin’ right after I score (Swish)
I walk in Gucci like “What you got in the back?”
“Don’t want what y’all got on the floor” (Exclusive)
Just bought a crib in The A (Mansion)
That bitch look like a resort (Big)
Y’all do the shit for the fame
Keep the awards, give us the rewards (Okay)
Ayy, remember back when niggas doubted me? (Doubted me?)
My Prada fit on, is you proud of me? (Proud of me?)
Ain’t got no Activis, Quali- me (Quali-)
Opps keep droppin’, they tired of me? (Bow!)
Hey, little dog, keep my name out your mouth
(Keep my name out your fuckin’ mouth, nigga)
I’m a big dog, have niggas that’ll aim at your house
(Brrraaa! Pow!)

[Pre-Chorus]
If I tell my niggas to die for me, them niggas dyin’
And I’ll do the same, this shit ain’t one-sided
Hundred racks on me, no re-up, it’s profit
Fuck up your city then meet with the pilot (Nyoom!)
Yeah, yeah, we outta here
Yeah (Yeah,) yeah (Yeah,) yeah (Yeah,) we outta here, ayy

[Chorus]
Shittin’ on these niggas, no sewer (No sewer)
Teachin’ these niggas, no tutor (No tutor)
Niggas run around actin’ just like hoes
Go get a job at Hooters (Hooters)
Shittin’ on these niggas, no sewer (No sewer)
Teachin’ these niggas, no tutor (No tutor)
Niggas run around actin’ just like hoes
Go get a job at Hooters (At Hooters, nigga!)

[Verse 2]
Label just called
Said the check was clearin’ now
Take a dime, pin her down
Scream my name, lemme hear it loud
I tell a bitch to top me, that bitch gon’ top me
Can’t do the same, that shit one-sided
I just tacked on you a real big diamond
Shit, it’s blindin’, where did you find it?
Big face Relly, no tick-tock (No tick-tock)
Big boy bag, no Ziploc (No Ziploc)
She wanna talk to me privately (Privately)
Sendin’ me pics of her privacy (Flick)
Please don’t become a opp to me (No)
That’s like screamin’ body me (Bow!)
Police come get me I do like a G
And be quiet like I’m in the library

[Pre-Chorus]
If I tell my niggas to die for me, them niggas dyin’ (Rah, rah, rah)
And I’ll do the same, this shit ain’t one-sided
Hundred racks on me, no re-up, it’s profit
Fuck up your city then meet with the pilot (Nyoom!)
Yeah, yeah, we outta here (Gone)
Yeah (Yeah,) yeah (Yeah,) yeah (Yeah,) we outta here (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Shittin’ on niggas, no sewer (No sewer)
Teachin’ these niggas, no tutor (No tutor)
Niggas run around actin’ just like hoes
Go get a job at Hooters (No tutors)
Shittin’ on niggas, no sewer (No sewer)
Teachin’ these niggas, no tutor (No tutor)
Niggas run around actin’ just like hoes
Go get a job at Hooters (Hooters)

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah (Yeah,) we outta here (No sewer)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah,) we outta here (No tutor)
If I tell my niggas to die for me, them niggas dyin’ (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I’ll do the same, this shit ain’t one-sided (No Hooters)
Hundred racks on me, no re-up, it’s profit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck up your city then meet with the pilot (We outta here!)
Yeah, yeah, we outta here

Travis Scott – SICKO MODE lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro: Drake]
Astro, yeah
Sun is down, freezin’ cold
That’s how we already know, winter’s here
My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt
That’s just all he know, he don’t know nothin’ else
I tried to show ’em, yeah
I tried to show ’em, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gone on you with the pick and roll
Young La Flame, he in sicko mode

[Part II]

[Verse 1: Travis Scott & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth
At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that’s Nike boys, hoppin’ out coupes
This shit way too big when we pull up give me the loot (gimme the loot!)
Was off the Remy, had to Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it’s 4 AM and I’m back up poppin’ with the crew
I just landed in, Chase B mix this pop like Jamba Juice
Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin’ fruits
And they chokin’, man, know the crackers wish it was a noose

[Bridge: Big Hawk & Swae Lee]
Some—some—some, someone said
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Pl—pl—playin’ for keeps, don’t play us for weak (someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Pl—pl—playin’ for keeps, don’t play us for weak

[Verse 2: Travis Scott, Swae Lee & Uncle Luke]
Yeah, this shit way too formal, y’all know I don’t follow suit
Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain’t got a clue
All of these hoes I made off records I produced
I might take all my exes and put ’em all in a group
Hit my esés, I need the booch
‘Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
Told her “hop in, you comin’ too”
In the 305, bitches treat me like I’m Uncle Luke (don’t stop, pop that pussy!)
Had to slop the top off, it’s just a roof, uh
She said “where we goin’?” I said “the moon”
We ain’t even make it to the room
She thought it was the ocean, it’s just the pool
Now I got her open, it’s just the Goose
Who put this shit together? I’m the glue (someone said)
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue

[Bridge: Big Hawk & Swae Lee]
Someone said
Pl—playin’ for keeps
Someone said, motherfucker—someone said
Don’t play us for weak

[Part III]

[Intro: Travis Scott, Drake, & Lil Juice]
Yeah
Astro, yeah, yeah
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Ay, ay

[Chorus: Drake & Travis Scott]
She’s in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah)
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours ’til I land
Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah, like a light, ayy, yeah

[Verse 3: Drake, Travis Scott & Sheck Wes]
Like a light, ayy
Slept through the flight, ayy
Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man
This shit got double bedroom, man
I still got scores to settle, man
I crept down the block, (down the block) made a right (yeah, right)
Cut the lights, (yeah, what) paid the price (yeah)
Niggas think it’s sweet, (nah, nah) it’s on sight (yeah, what?)
Nothin’ nice, (yeah) baguettes in my ice (aww, man)
Jesus Christ, (yeah) checks over stripes (yeah)
That’s what I like, (yeah) that’s what we like (yeah)
Lost my respect, you not a threat
When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I’m Sheck (bitch!)
See the shots that I took, (ayy) wet like I’m Book (ayy)
Wet like I’m Lizzie, I be spinnin’ Valley
Circle blocks ’til I’m dizzy (yeah, what?)
Like where is he? (yeah, what?)
No one seen him (yeah, yeah)
I’m tryna clean ’em (yeah)

[Chorus: Drake & Travis Scott]
She’s in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands (woo!)
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours ’til I land
Had me out like a light (like a light)
Like a light (like a light)
Like a light (like a light)
Like a light

[Verse 4: Travis Scott]
Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly, sendin’ texts, ain’t sendin’ kites, yeah
He said “keep that on lock”, I say “you know this shit, it’s stife”, yeah
It’s absolute, yeah (yeah) I’m back, reboot (it’s lit!)
LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)
We back on the road, they jumpin’ off, no parachute, yeah
Shawty in the back, she said she workin’ on her glutes, yeah (oh my God)
Ain’t by the book, yeah, this how it look, yeah
‘Bout a check, yeah, (check) just check the foots, yeah
Pass this to my daughter, I’ma show her what it took (yeah)
Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook
Yeah

Moneybagg Yo – Dice Game Lyrics

[Intro]
Tay Keith

[Chorus]
I want some nice brain (brain), she want some nice things (purses and shit)
I was just being a nigga, soon as I cum my mind changed (nah)
I’m racing a demon, back for the keys, knowing it might rain (speedin’)
Fuck it, I’m takin’ a gamble (fuck it), my life is a dice game (roll it)

[Verse]
You better bet on me, man I been passin’
You probably want me to crap out (seven)
I bet I jump before, let’s bet a hundred more (what’s that?)
That’s a rack on the come-out (G ball)
I’m in the Don, bae shotgun
Let down the roof ’cause the sun out (sun out)
White paint (dope), white interior (coke)
It feel like I’m in the crack house (blow out)
I feel like Lucious, hittin’ this cookie
I’m on the yellow, pour up gushy
Balenciagas, fit like footies
Grain on draco look like Woody (Toy Story)
Got no plaques but my shows packed
Louis, ‘Venchy, I’m mismatched
I can’t lose, play to win, bet on me, I’m all in
I rock an ice chain, just got the watch plain
She left her last man for me, she did the right thing
I was gettin’ twenty a show last year
But you know the price changed (up)
I’m your favorite rapper’s favorite rapper (what’s that?)
I’m in a tight lane (whoa)
Baby you can’t even tell your friend
They may rat on us (be quiet)
Yeah we lust and fuck
She got his name covered up
Then went and got me tatted (yeah)
FaceTime me in some green panties (yeah)
I been toting a lot of blue money (what else?)
Chanel junkie and Supreme addict (turn up)
Taste the rainbow, roll the Skittles (woo)
Every nigga with me tote a pistol (big one)
Send a hit and I’m rollin’ with him (yeah)
And we ain’t stoppin’ ’til we know it’s in him (grrr)
King suite, Intercontinental (yeah)
Who you with? it was confidential (shh)
Check cleared, I’m just pushing enter (woo)
Uniport, I’m gettin’ monumental (cash)

[Chorus]
I want some nice brain (brain), she want some nice things (purses and shit)
I was just being a nigga, soon as I cum my mind changed (nah)
I’m racing a demon, back for the keys, knowing it might rain (speedin’)
Fuck it, I’m takin’ a gamble (fuck it), my life is a dice game (roll it)

[Outro]
You better bet on me
You better bet on me
You better bet on me

Moneybagg Yo – Exactly Lyrics

[Intro: Moneybagg Yo & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
[?]
Can’t hear you
Punch me in
Do it all over

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Back then she ain’t fuck with a nigga, but now she wanna cuff me
My sack bigger
Fuck on her, I leave
I’m that nigga
Dope on top of them trees like cat litter
I ain’t choosing no side, I stay in the middle
How the fuck he gon’ ride? He ain’t kill a nigga
I got over two bodies like John Diller
[?], we done hung niggas
Wockhardt on the bottle, that’s actually
Crack the seal
What I’m pouring up? Actavis
New Ferrari, buy it
I put a MAC in it
Yellow bitch, big booty
I’m smashing shit
From the gutter, fuck the rapping
I’m jacking shit
Money talking
Nigga playing, we smashing shit
[?], nigga know that we cancel shit
Fully loaded, fully ammo, immaculate

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
On short notice, I just ran up 100
Well not 100, 97 exactly
Living cinematic, this a world premiere
I ain’t acting, but I’m fucking a actress
Blue hunnids gang bang, they stacking
Two bitches, one me exactly
Opps on the other street that’s action
Slide down, 100 round exactly
Exactly (exactly)
Look at they reaction, let’s see who the maddest (big mad)
I’m smashing (what)
‘Rari or Lamb’? let’s see what’s the fastest (skrrt)
Exactly (big drums on ’em)
Bands in the field, heritage, classic (woo)
Exactly (we the new dope)
Fed baby’s like two bricks in a plastic
Hey!

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
(Bagg)
For that pack I want exactly what I told you
And that’s closure
Dispensary out in Colorado, keep a backwood full of doja
Machine gun ‘cross the shoulder, wake the whole house up
Folgers
Shawty tripping on poster, like I’m ‘posed to
She want exposure
Six cars, I’m more than mobile
Rockstar, I’m never sober
Shit at all, what I owe them exactly?
Two for one, only one was a baddie
Plug hit, say he having contractions
That mean yay on the way (any day)
Straight off the block to a billboard spot
That mean I’m hotter than May

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
On short notice, I just ran up 100
Well not 100, 97 exactly
Living cinematic, this a world premiere
I ain’t acting, but I’m fucking a actress
Blue hunnids gang bang, they stacking
Two bitches, one me exactly
Opps on the other street that’s action
Slide down, 100 round exactly
Exactly (exactly)
Look at they reaction, let’s see who the maddest (big mad)
I’m smashing (what)
‘Rari or Lamb’? let’s see what’s the fastest (skrrt)
Exactly (big drums on ’em)
Bands in the field, heritage, classic (woo)
Exactly (we the new dope)
Fed baby’s like two bricks in a plastic

[Outro]
Tay Keith too bangin’

Lil Yachty – Who Want The Smoke? Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yachty, BlocBoy JB & Lil’ Juice]
I fuck with this shit, man
Ha
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!
Word!

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & BlocBoy JB]
Hotboxin’ in the whip (in the whip)
I don’t even smoke (smoke though)
But we drop tops and let it rip (skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up if it’s smoke (huh?)
With them big rocks up in her ear (word)
Chandelier (chandelier)
Can you hear? (Huh?)
Who that there?
Who want the smoke? (The smoke)
Who want the smoke? (Word)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Word, word, word)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Cardi B]
I-I-I hear shots comin’ on the low from hoes I’m higher than
This attention is so flatterin’ ’cause they’re admirin’
Don’t know what’s on their mind, but it should be retirement
Get the AARP or this AR get to firin’ (blat)
They don’t want smoke with me (no)
The diamonds is chokin’ me, their pussy need potpourri
These bitches is 0-3
And there ain’t a lower league, all in my ovaries
The fur on my shoulder mink
Tell me what Hov would think
I get the money, I am the king of New York
And I rock a sew-in weave (woo, woo, woo, woo)
I run it, I run it, I relay the win
They talkin’, they talkin’, I’m takin’ it in
I did not come here to make any friends
Who buried the bridge and aren’t makin’ amends
They don’t want none, I’ll say it again (yee!)
They don’t want none, I pray for their sins (hah)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty, BlocBoy JB & Cardi B]
Hotboxin’ in the whip (in the whip)
I don’t even smoke (smoke though)
But we drop tops and let it rip (skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up if it’s smoke (huh?)
With them big rocks up in her ear (word)
Chandelier (chandelier)
Can you hear? (Huh?)
Who that there?
Who want the smoke? (The smoke, who?)
Who want the smoke? (Word)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Word, word, word, b-b-b-blat)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah, who?)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Ayy)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Is you fuckin’? (Yeah) Baby girl I need to know (who?)
Who finna run get the rubbers from the store? (Who there?)
Bitch so damn wet, drippin’ on my marble floor (drip, drip, drip)
Never not strapped, in my city, on my foe
Pull up in a two-seater (yeah,) in a wife-beater
With my bro, he be bangin’ like a car speaker
All black, late night like the Grim Reaper
Wrist in the air, turned the club to a new freezer

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & BlocBoy JB]
Who want the smoke? (The smoke)
Who want the smoke? (Word)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Word, word, word)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Ayy)

[Verse 3: Offset]
Offset!
Glock 40 in my coat
My bitch keep fire in the Chanel tote (fire, fire)
Suffocate him, hang him by the rope
Hot potato, bullet, let it go (brrt, brrt, brrt)
The .44 put him in a yolk (.44)
Pull up in the store, no, like he seen a ghost
And I got the kilo comin’ on the boat (kilo)
We gon’ move it fast, vamanos, vamanos (vamanos)
Niggas talkin’ foul on the d-low (foul)
[?] I’m standin’ at the line, shoot a free throw
Medical, I sip a couple lines of fineto
Impeccable, the Richard Mille line, man, it’s see-through (impeccable)
Who want the smoke? Wet him up, humble up
Seen the Ghost, [?] got a scope and I hope
That they pull up to the spot with the ho
Get smoked with the pole in the middle of the store (smoke)
The SIG pulled out, nigga had a stroke
[?] at them niggas, shawty, I don’t know
Choppa made that bitch (bah), ain’t nowhere to go
Throw him off the boat (die), in the river, float (float)
30 round clip in this clip clear (clear)
I’m in the Wraith so I’m lookin’ at the rear mirror (mirror)
Free jit, we ain’t goin’ for that shit, period (free jit)
Red dots on their pussy, niggas on their period (hey, hey)

Hoodrich Pablo Juan – Head Shot Lyrics

[Intro]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
All I took was one shot, it was a head shot, nigga
Still on the block, one in the head to my brand new Glock, nigga
Ain’t worried ’bout no opp, nigga, them niggas pussy, they ain’t no killers
I keep the chopper with a banana clip for monkey niggas
Headshot that nigga, ooh, headshot a nigga
Headshot a nigga, ooh, one shot, nigga
Headshot, nigga, headshot, nigga
You gon’ drop, nigga, ooh, headshot that nigga

[Verse]
Yeah, nigga play pussy, get fucked
Nigga better run, better duck
When I catch him, he run out of luck
I pull up and hop out a all black truck
Real hood like the all black Chucks
Put that lil boy in the tux
Wrap him up like a fruit roll up
Ain’t no limit on my soldiers
Aim for his head and his shoulders
Yeah, sensei, I keep two guns like nunchucks
Bitch nigga, you ain’t got no nuts
Hole in his head like a donut
Hit him with the stick, get smoked like dust, yeah
These niggas Coogi
Chopper gon’ knock off that Kufi
No job, go to work with that toolie
Yeah, chopsticks turn him to sushi
Shoot out the clip like a movie
We got the guns like Toys R Us
F&N with the 30 clip tucked
Killers, they wait in the cut
These niggas talk too much
Ain’t gon’ do none of that fuss
You gon’ die slow like ‘Tuss
Chess moves, set him up
Better watch hoes you fuck
Nigga, you don’t even know who you can trust
I send a blitz, a rush

[Chorus]
All I took was one shot, it was a head shot, nigga
Still on the block, one in the head to my brand new Glock, nigga
Ain’t worried ’bout no opp, nigga, them niggas pussy, they ain’t no killers
I keep the chopper with a banana clip for monkey niggas
Headshot that nigga, ooh, headshot a nigga
Headshot a nigga, ooh, one shot, nigga
Headshot, nigga, headshot, nigga
You gon’ drop, nigga, ooh, headshot that nigga